Category: Poetry and Prose
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houseplant
he follows the labyrinth of my arteries and overgrows into them. he stretches for sun so green a waxy leaf cupping beneath my lungs which sway along with his stems drawing figure eights into air. he trails up my windpipe and flowers out my mouth, my lips finding color from the blossoms so delicate and…
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a numbers game
My friends and I would play a game in middle school reserved for the crackhead hours of our sleepovers – the hours past midnight when the streetlamps would distort the shadows on the living room ceiling and the shapes of all our brain cells. The game was essentially when was I conceived? and consisted of…
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at glacier national park
{at glacier national park} at glacier national park, the virgin sleeps in rock between giants of ice slipping away into warm pools, hourglassing their existence. she doesn’t move for daybreak or nightfix or when snow collects in the wrinkles of sediment layering like wedding cake frosted and clean and sweet. instead, she sleeps. at glacier…
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Chapter One – Nowhere Where the Honeybees Live
Read the first chapter of Nowhere Where the Honeybees Live.
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rip ||instant gratification||
something is scraping up the inside of my ribcage tapping the bone for maple syrup seeping out a brown glossy shimmering nectar concentrated sugar I hate using the word should and I’ve already written this one a million times but here I am writing it again sad I’m tired of more time passing and then…
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guess it must be autumn again
at times the evenings feel like acid wash decay, personal microcosms with windows sealed shut and the incessant patter of rain like ice swirling around a summer drink tipped over and poured down the sink, grinding in the disposal all the way down. there are moments where I don’t think i’m real because I’ve entered…
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Google tells me I’m dying
the arch of my foot hurts Google tells me I’m dying my poetry’s getting worse it’s like I’m not even trying it’s asinine I’m pretending that word is mine I asked Google what it meant before this it still told me I’m dying I’m trying to sound more manic than I am all short fuses…
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Jenny
Jenny runs her polished fingers over his hair, smoothing it down to contour his head in just the right places. She smoothes and smoothes, licks her fingers then smoothes. Auden eventually swats her hands away. “Can you not groom me like a monkey in the middle of the restaurant?” he bites, ruffling his overgrown hair…
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A Birth Scene
He’s born in the middle of the woods. He’s born beneath stars scattered across the sky, disorganized and unaware they’re that way. If he waited a month he could’ve had a bed and sterile hospital gloves powdered with cornstarch, the way his mother would have preferred. But he arrives without thinking of time or schedules.…